Soon they arrived back at the Palm Woods. As soon as Logan stopped the car, the three passengers jumped out as lively as ever. It was Friday, meaning they were hyped up and ready for some dome hockey and fish sticks.
Logan followed them up to apartment 2J. Logan plopped down on the couch and was joined by Kendall. James and Carlos however, immediately ran to start a game of dome hockey.
Logan glanced at Kendall, who had his arms stretched over his head. He let out a yawn and sunk deeper into the couch cushions.
"Not feeling like dome hockey today?" Logan asked him.
"Not right now." Kendall shrugged. Logan noticed that his color seemed to have faded. His fairly tanned skin was now drained to sheer white.
"Hey, are you okay? You look kind of funny." Logan was immediately concerned. He knew very well that his friend was not okay.
"I'm alright. I just have a bit of a headache." He wrapped an arm around his stomach. "A little bit of pain in my stomach, too. Don't worry though, I'll be okay. Probably just gas."
"Kendall…" Logan looked at him sternly. He knew this would happen. He knew Kendall did not just simply have gas. He knew that it was only a matter of minutes before the symptoms heightened.
"Really, Logan, I'm good." Kendall tried to convince him.
"No, you're not. So don't even try that. Come on, you need to lay down. Now." Logan ordered.
"But-"
"Now, Kendall. Or else I'll call your mom." Logan threatened. Mrs. Knight and Katie were in Florida for a week, in celebration of Katie's birthday. Katie had requested special mother-daughter bonding for her birthday and Logan knew that Kendall didn't want to spoil it for her.
"Fine." Kendall mumbled. But as he followed Logan into his room he found himself glad he did. He was starting to feel increasingly worse.
Logan could sense this. "Do you think you're going to be sick?"
"I-I don't know. Maybe. I just wanna try to go to sleep now." Kendall told him. He didn't want to throw up, and the best way he could avoid it was by going to bed. It was still very early; only around four o'clock, but he didn't care.
Logan pulled back the covers on Kendall's bed and helped him lay down. He pulled the covers up over Kendall and bolted out of the room, quickly returning with a blue plastic bucket.
"Alright, you try to get some rest. When you feel like you're going to get sick-which you will-the bucket is right here, okay? I'll come check on you in a bit."
Kendall groaned, desperately wanted to be rid of the pain in his stomach. He rolled over, facing the wall and mumbled a quiet 'okay'.
Logan went back into the living room and watched as Carlos bounced about, obviously having just beat James at dome hockey. Logan smirked at the boy's enthusiasm. He had to chuckle when he looked over at James, who was rolling his eyes.
"You cheated, Carlos!" James hollered.
"No, I didn't you're just a sore loser!" He barked back.
"Rather be a sore loser than a sore winner." He mumbled as he took a spot on the couch beside Logan. He crossed his arms and scowled like a child who had just been told no cookies before supper.
"Hey, where's Kendall?" Carlos asked, ignoring James' pouting.
"He's sick. Like I'm sure you guys will be. He's sleeping right now, so please quiet down."
"We are not going to be sick. At least I'm not. Probably just a coincidence." James said, voice lower than before.
"Yeah, that's it." Logan rolled his eyes at the pretty boy's obliviousness. He didn't understand why his friends thought they were invincible when they obviously weren't.
"Seriously, Logan, I know you want to aide us all back to health but your going to have to settle for just Kendall. Because I'm feeling great." James boasted.
"Yeah, me too, Logie. I'm sure Kendall just ate something funny. He'll be alright." Carlos smiled.
Logan face palmed. "Carlos, you all ate something funny! You guys ate gas station sushi!"
Carlos stared at him blankly before asking, "So, what's your point?"
Logan felt like his head was going to explode. He was just about to argue with Carlos when he heard Kendall call him from the other room.
Ignoring the Latino's stupidity, he rushed in to see what Kendall needed. He was greeted by the sight of Kendall bent in an odd position, head hanging over the bucket. He was panting and coughing and looked sweaty and miserable. Logan rubbed his back and smoothed out his damp hair.
"Logan, I don't feel so good." Kendall moaned from inside the bucket.
"I know, man, I know. Do you feel at least a little better, though?" Logan asked hopefully.
"No. My stomach hurts really bad." He sounded like a scared little boy. Kendall hated being sick. He was their fearless leader and he didn't like anything that knocked him out of commission. Getting ill or injured always made him feel lost and out of place.
"Well, it will for a little while. Best thing you can do is get a lot of sleep and drink a lot of fluids. I'm gonna bring you some ginger ale, okay?"
Kendall groaned in response and rolled over, clutching his stomach. Logan felt bad for him, knowing that he must have felt absolutely awful. He was just about to grab the bucket and empty it out when he heard James from the other room.
"Logan! Get in here! Carlos doesn't look too good!"
Logan sighed, knowing that he was absolutely right about the sushi and that the next few days were going to be very long. He then raced into the living room to see just what he James was shouting about.